A Grief Observed

“At first I was very afraid of going to places where H. and I had been happy – our favourite pub, our favourite wood. But I decided to do it at once – like sending a pilot up again as soon as possible after he’s had a crash. Unexpectedly, it makes no difference. Her absence is no more emphatic in those places than anywhere else. It’s not local at all. I suppose if one were forbidden all salt one wouldn’t notice it much more in any one food than another. Eating in general would be different, every day, at every meal. I is like that. The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.”

from A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis


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